This was the second time I read this book, this time in its original language...
I loved this book back when I was a teenager (gave it 5 stars!), I thought it was great, like everything Fitzgerald had written (I was a huge fan back then, I still feel quite a lot for his stories today), but this time around, at my 25 years of age, I found it boring most of the time, I found Amory dull, I couldn't see the charm I found all those years ago, it was just gone. This is why re reading favorite books is a risk but to see that I've changed in such a drastic way is kind of... relieving? Maybe that's the word, I am not sure.

But one thing I am sure of is that I still love very much Amory's final line and I couldn't feel more identified with it, even today.